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Wednesday, November 04, 2009

If you're REALLY REALLY BORED....

This is a DEEP meaningful, ne RELIGIOUS message. Mick has spent the last two months chasing Linus around the house. Now, he is SO desperate to play with SOMEthing, he and Linus have "found" each other. They have crossed the cultural and racial lines to come together as ONE. I think we could ALL learn from their wise lesson. Can't we all just get along? YES. YES WE CAN!

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Analysis V. Aerobics.

QUOTE OF THE DAY

VERY GAY Black Dude: "the craziest experience I had with a racial bias was, a old white woman clutched her purse when I walked by and CLEARLY nothin' about me says 'GIRL I'm gonna beat you over your head and take your coin.

This was the dress I got for my high school reunion a couple weeks ago.THE DRESS. I thought it was SO cute and I wore them with brown tights and brown suede crippling heels.

yah. I still got it!...

Until I saw the pics that someone posted on FB. Which now that we're on the subject. I think it should be ILLEGAL to tag someone's picture w/o prior approval! It was like, THE WORST picture, forever emblazoned on FB.

(note the fantastic sam's ponytail)

I was disgusted. I didn't look like uber-cute Michael Kors runway ready fashion superstar (that was the look I was going for)

Unfortunately I was less Heidi Klum, more Nell Carter.

Anyway, now I am on a vigorous exercise routine...

...which has left me exhausted and spent at the end of the day.

I have been to some sort of yoga/work out class every single day for a whole week. I used to do this ALL.THE.TIME when I lived in NY. Voluntarily. As in, it wasn't even an option. It's just what I did. Voluntarily.

This Week? NOT voluntarily. How can that be? you say. Because I went to my shrinky last week in hopes of a new drug to 'make it all better.' (it's what we do in LA)(like massages and pedicures) And he looked at me and said "you have to go to yoga. TONIGHT. And everyday until you come back again. See you next week. That'll be $200"

WHAT?! Where's my Prozac/Valium/Xanax??? Where's that prescription pad?? huh? HUH?

Anyhoo, here are some of the things that fitness instructors/yoga teachers said this week.

-That's it! Sit down in a squat...lift up. DOWN UP DOWN UP! FASTER! RIDE your elevator into your hips!!

-Open your heart! beaming pure rays! of joy! and light! Manifesting! your light! get lit up! Inspired up!

-Create a yoga ARMY! Fierce and true. Opening your power through your heart. Just open up your chest. Care-Bear Stare. (not even kidding....that's what HE said)

-People think LOVE and COMPASSION are the same thing. They are NOT. They are very different! Compassion, you see, is a VERB. And LOVE is an adjective or a noun.

Yes. Yes. I compassion you. Just the other day I was compassioning my dogs.

You see...Prozac doesn't talk. I'm gonna have to wring this guys prescription pad outta his chubby little freudian hands today. WIsh me luck!

Friday, October 23, 2009

Playing Hookie

My clients cancelled today. SO I threw the dogs in the car and went to the beach. It was truly the most perfect day. Waves were big, breeze was nice. I guess LA has some good stuff to offer every now and then. It SORTA makes up for the whole "no fall" thing. sorta.

Mick likes to dig holes the full size of his body. Which is why he's never allowed in the backyard.

(I love just barely seeing their little heads while they surf the waves)